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On nights like these,alone with only my thoughts,my past returnsI can barely keep the voices at bay,they will not be silenced,nor will they tolerate being ignored A dozen voices whispering in the night,in an unending unison of judgement,"you cannot be lov...

A story was contrived by those that witnessed his suicide that the King had died in his sleep. None of the townsfolk or any of castle inhabitants questioned the story. Michaud, the Prime Minister was named King with the blessing of the church and in less...

So in the year of our Lord, 1700 Carpenter saw himself and Elise make the trip to London. They arrived about a day later and sought a real estate agent for a dwelling to purchase or rent. The papers provided to her by her King stating that she was an emis...

Holly kept her wedding gown hidden from Carpenter. She explained to him that she wanted it to be a surprise for him and Carpenter could only smile. He had not been with a woman that he loved this much in quite some time.Each night when he returned to the...

You Make Me Feel So Low

You can only heal your own wounds

You make me feel so down I loved you once But not anymore You only have yourself to blame When I love, I love deeply But you lost that love Now you are bitter and twisted Angry at me for your own faults Nasty words are sometimes worse than a blow You make...

Jennifer: Childish Dreams

Jennifer (Boss) muses about her childish dreams... and what she thinks of them now.

I always wanted to be a cop when I was young. To hold a gun and shoot down the bad guys. I never imagined I'd shoot down some good guys as well. I never imagined I'd fall head over heels in love with the bravest, most amazing man in the world, have two be...

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Windows To Her Soul

Every soul is unique in a beautiful way.

Dedicated to all of the women who have and still do share their beauty with me. Grandmothers, Mothers, Wives, Daughters, Granddaughters, Friends. Those eyes, Her eyes.The windows to her soul. Filled with a lifetime of memories.Accomplishments,Loves,Magnif...

Ghosts

Ghosts of the past are everywhere

The harsh cry of the alarm ringing in my earsI rise through currents of uneasy slumber.Pushing through sheets tossed in restless wavesTo drag myself from the empty ocean of my bedOnto the bleak shore of the lonely day.Move on.Cold tiles underfoot, I reach...

Tick - Tock

Old clock marks the passage of time.

I am sitting quietly in the living room. Reading a book or the paper, when I notice an eerie silence about the room. I looked across into the kitchen and then the dining room and still the silence was deafening. I then realize that the old Seth Thomas clo...

Better Off

Reflection on what the past was like and how it compares to today.

I'm sitting contemplating where we are today. Comparing it to where we came from. I started to wonder, are we truly better off today than yesterday? We have this thing called the internet. It connects us to the outside world. Our friends are over the worl...

Philena: Evangeline 2

A little more detail... from where the other one left off 'til the present... Philena's POV

You joined Alexa for a while. I saw you in the halls with the Pinheaded football players we used to laugh about. You mostly ignored me the first half of sophomore year, and, surprisingly, so did the Blonde Squad. That all changed right around finals time...

The Storm Within

Man weathers a storm within

He's outside in the backyardDeep in his own thoughtsWhen thunder claps overheadIn the present, no longer lost. He hears the rain comingWalking across the forest floorRunning to the house for safetyAs close as the backdoor. The storms strikes with voracity...